They say 2 wrongs don't make a right:

but 3 make a left.

They also say a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush:

but these days, it's all about the Brazalian.

People and their sayings... and their doings... with their yardsticks, pedestals and high horses. After 1 year of gruelling, mind-numbing and intense study,

I am 1 right turn and a landing-strip short of a law degree.

That's right baby...

next year, I'm a lawyer.

Earlier this year, I unhinged my wonderbra of binge and excess, stripped myself of mischief, mayhem and merlot and pulled my ankle socks well above my knees. 

I studied the books harder than an aged, sexually deprived and paying client does a lapdance;

I realised that in order to BE somebody, I'd have to take mine to class, study hard and focus on results.

And, as happens in life, everything changed. My uni friends wondered what on earth I was doing in class, and my social friends managed to dislodge their lips from respective footballers and let their jaws fall to the ground. My Library card soon took precedence over my Mooseheads card and for the first time in years, I became inspired by the law all over again.

I became a nerd.

But my impending goods grades came at a price more crippling than coverchage in Sydney on New Years. I lost friends; a number of them. People I've known since I was knee-high to a bouncer suddenly retreated, attacked and dispersed.

Then there was the sobering up. Having to re-train my brain from Saturday Night Fever to face the long, hard and demanding reality of serious study. There would be no wolf-whistles or cheap shots to help get me through a night of mens rea and hearsay; no guiding hand to help me up when I tripped on consumer protection and hardest of all,

no-one to watch my back when socractic questions put me on the spot.

And you wanna know what?

I wouldn't change it for the world.

As a 20-something year old woman, I guess I (along with many others) tend to take life very seriously. Sometimes I feel so very grown up... falling into and out of intense relationships and discussion; making bold assertions about life when in reality,

i'm one cup size up from being 19 again.

I sit back and consider my options; feeling as though time will run out if I don't act now, pay later. And it's only when I sit back and reflect on the past when I remind myself that although I'm just months short of finishing uni;

I'm only a few years into a whole lifetime.

2007 has been a sexy year. And if I had my way? I might change a few things... tweak a couple of off moments and learn when to draw a breath.

But for everything else? The wrong answers... the feeling of having both hands tied behind my back when I thought I was doing the right thing at last?

Not even the long arm of the law could twist mine otherwise.

You have the right to remain dirty....

Nasty!